I live in Illinois. I totally say Rees-ies Piec-ies. Even when I’m not trying to be adorable (which is never).

Don’t know if this counts, but it happens more often than I even want to admit...

Need proof that birth control isn’t 100% effective? I have one giant piece of evidence and his name is Michael. Michael is almost 16 years old and absolutely the joy of my life, but planned? Uh, no. Not even a little bit. I took 3 pregnancy tests because I thought for sure the first two were false positives.

Same. Except it was my dad. I told him I was having suicidal thoughts when I was 15 and he laughed.

When my kids were babies, I used to always travel with a package of twenty earplugs. On the occasions when my kids would start to cry (as kids sometimes do), we would pull out the earplugs and offer them to anyone who wanted them. It didn’t make our kid any less annoying, but people seemed to appreciate the fact that…

My mom had a friend with a liquor store who gave it to us at cost. If we had to pay retail, our wedding would have catapulted into the quadruple digits.

Actually, this sounds like my wedding twenty seven years ago. Mr. Dipper and I had no money and our parents had less, so a big wedding was never going to happen unless someone went into serious DEBT.

No. Not really. Everyone’s got a different idea of what makes them happy. You appear to have made a good choice for yourself, which is awesome. Your friends who regret having kids made a poor choice, and that’s sad. I know a woman who wanted kids, but got so consumed in her career that she simply waited too long.…

Thank you, Dennis for sharing this. I am continually amazed at the people who think that it’s impossible to be addicted to pot, so it’s great to see something so honest and unflinching as this.

Oh my God that is horrifying. I am a Christian and I am raising my kids in the faith, but I would NEVER do this to them! It is beyond abuse. If my kid had a friend who sent her a whiny, clingy, needy letter like this, I would tell them to GET THAT PERSON THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW! Seriously, she’s raising…

Oh my god the Cubby Bear... how is it even still a thing? In the late ‘80’s I played in a band that rehearsed upstairs from the Cubby Bear. In addition to paying them rent,, they required us to play one gig there for free every month. One night the manager, who was off-duty at the time, came in super drunk while we…

You appear to be missing the entire point of rec soccer. As a ten year veteran rec coach, I can only ask you to please stay the hell out of rec. Your asshole, winning-is-everything attitude has no place in rec. it's about teaching the game, sportsmanship and leadership, not about "play time requirements." Coaches…

I dunno. This reads more like a note written by a peevish 12 year old girl than by a grown-ass woman. And then she posted it on Reddit? It may have been cathartic at the time, but it shows that the apple doesn't fall far from the narcissistic tree.

That last woman, though her story is heartbreaking, sounded a little bit like my sister in law who complains that she is "unlucky" because every guy she dates turns out to be an alcoholic.

Fully agree. I am a Christian and I can't imagine anyone thinking that Jesus would be cool with this.

My sister in law makes a cake every year. It's yellow cake made from a box, fudge frosting out of a can, served in a cat's litter box, topped with crushed vanilla wafers and festooned with tootsie rolls, so it looks like a filthy cat toilet.

You know, maybe we need to all collectively get over this "fat equals bad" thing. Would we be up in arms if it was for "tall girls" or "skinny girls" or even "short girls?" No, we would not.

Thank you for this. I had three healthy pregnancies, but my body simply refuses to go into labor. My eldest was almost three weeks late and my body was just going about its day like that was perfectly fine. So we induced. And, despite the scary reputation induction has, it was fast easy and fine. We did the same…

Kids get obsessed with stuff. And it's always stupid stuff. ALWAYS. Even now that they're teenagers.

Green bell peppers! Illinois, represent!